I stare at her fairness
with glints of desire
filling my lustful eyes.
Yet I don’t want
to tamper with purity,
untouched and smooth.
But how I long to trace
my fingertips across
her snow-white skin.
I begin with one
gentle stroke and
wait for her reaction.
Hoping she knows that
after even just one touch,
I can’t resist her.
In time, I pick up
momentum, moving
against her with force.
When I’m done,
I gaze at her deflowered form,
beaming with satisfaction.
Author notes
Get your mind outta the gutter! It's a metaphor for writing poetry.
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- Personification! by e m i l y.
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Comments
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Paper looks perfect before you write on it,
but even better once some beautiful poetry
is printed in some neat letters, right?
I really enjoyed this poem.
YOU DID AN AMAZING JOB!
Good luck,
Emily
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Some...
talent you have there, quite unique, I may have said this before "I am never disappointed with my visits here" and that still goes, top class write, very well done. WASP.
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A very interesting write - and too that you chose 'deflowered' for written page. I myself would have merely related it to 'defined purity' whereby it's kept; strummed from blinding light... you get the idea.
I loved it though -
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LOL.
I love the author's notes.
I admit, I was wondering for a moment, but I figured it was about poetry...
I love this one!!!
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lmao, i could tell straight away it was about poetry. Nice flow and well written.
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